I bought a print in Atlanta in 1972 done by Mark English, artist and this mentor and friend, Goyathlay, has been with me since for guidance and instruction. I found this website which gave a great synopsis of him. I want others to know about our first natives that gave us the constitution, popcorn, and powwows of which I have been honored to be invited and attended. Sweat lodges and stories by Indians have fortified my soul and nourished my spirit. The three things I learned were: honor, respect and tradition. In these times, Americans could benefit from all three.
The picture is a print from a painting by Mark English. I own the print. I took this photo with my palm treo 650 camera phone--who would have "thunk" it.
I was hiking in a park near Bradenton , FL a sacred burial mound park and a native told me that bad evil indians were buried with heart down toward the center of the earth so no one could experence their evil. I have never met an indian with a dark heart, broken, damaged and unrecognized, yes..but always glowing, futuristic and seeking.
They have been here for at least 25,000 years and I am told by some natives that they believe they were the first space travelers (ET's) to have arrived here from another universe. I do not know about this but I feel they have power and love that work miracles on the planet. My best friend in Muncie was an Indian, his grand parents being full blooded. Back then no one know or cared about indians and they were not as honored by many as of today.
It was jerry wilhoite who first camped with danny toppin and me in Mammoth Cave, an icon and historical cave, one of the largest and most historical in the world with hundreds of explored caverns and a 2500 year old Indian that was was crushed by falling gypsum which he was collecting in the cave. He used to be on display inside the tour of the cave but now he is honored in a special place as natives did not feel he should be open to the public: we should honor our elders.
We found caves on the side of the hill in Green River campground in 1965, while I was on vacation from Colonial Bakery, where I worked my way throughout college at $2.72 per hour...yes, that is in dollars...my first semester's tuition was $50.00. I have the receipt to prove it. It was really cheap then.
Later another decedent of great native chiefs, Barry Keith Snyder of Barry Snyder studios, Oakland, FL (Orlando) who was senior design engineer at Disney's Imagineering Team. He now has his own studio and does international art work, the Orlando airport and food courts for schools. His work is known for its creative durability, longevity and intuitive design. I am currently doing some photo journalism for some artists in Sarasota-Renaissance arts capital of the world --home of John Ringling's art school dream--Ringling Art School..a classic example of why imagination is more important than intelligence--Einstein said that not me.
Well, Barry's son entered Mammoth Cave when he was about 6 months old with me, Barry and Denise, his mother (although of native American decent) in a flag painted bus, a VW, classic, cost of about $100. Barry kept coming back to the cave and as Shane grew he grew more in love with the cave and decided to become a cave rescues diver and has conduced many water rafting adventures. There was a movie done about him somewhere when he saved the lives of cave explorers. It all began with my native friends willing to go tent camping with me in Mammoth Cave , KY. You should go soon.
I found this section very apropos to my vision today, as I gaze upon my friend Goyathlay, write and muse of my many native friends, musicians (Cody Winterhawk, formally of Florida where he was a flute maker and great guide and seller of native american arts) and story tellers.
Geronimo (Spanish for Jerome, applied by the Mexicans as a nickname; native name Goyathlay, `one who yawns'). A medicine man and prophet of the Chiricahua Apache who, in the latter part of the 19th century, acquired notoriety through his opposition to the authorities and by systematic and sensational advertising; born about 1834 at the headwaters of Gila River, New Mexico, near old Ft Tulerosa. His father was Taklishim, `The Gray One,' who was not a chief, although his father (Geronimo's grandfather) assumed to be a chief without heredity or election. Geronimo's mother was known as Juana.
When it was decided, in 1876, in consequence of depredations committed in Sonora, of which the Mexican government complained, to remove the Chiricahua from their reservation on the south frontier to San Carlos, Ariz., Geronimo and others of the younger chiefs fled into Mexico. He was arrested later when he returned with his band to Ojo Caliente, New Mexico, and tilled the ground in peace on San Carlos reservation until the Chiricahua became discontented because the Government would not help them irrigate their lands. In 1882 Geronimo led one of the hands that raided in Sonora and surrendered when surrounded by Gen. George H. Crook's force in the Sierra Madre. He had one of the best farms at San Carlos, when trouble arose in 1854 in consequence of the attempt of the authorities to stop the making of tiswin, the native intoxicant.
During 1884-85 he gathered a band of hostiles, who terrorized the inhabitants of south Arizona and New Mexico, as well as of Sonora and Chihuahua, in Mexico. Gen. Crook proceeded against them with instructions to capture or destroy the chief and his followers.
In Mar. 1886, a truce was made, followed by a conference, at which the terms of surrender were agreed on; but Geronimo and his followers having again fled to the Sierra Madre across the Mexican frontier, and Gen. Miles having been placed in command, active operations were renewed and their surrender was ultimately effected in the following August. The entire band, numbering about 340, including Geronimo and Nachi, the hereditary chief, were deported as prisoners of war, first to Florida and later to Alabama, being finally settled at Ft Sill, Okla., where they now reside under military supervision and in prosperous condition, being industrious workers and careful spenders. (J. M. C. T. )